bus driver

you are a good looking young man
and you know your route
it's the same every day
i know
i wanted to say something to you
let you know what a good job you do
how invaluable your services are to me
and everyone else around me
but i didn't even approach the yellow line
the one you are supposed to stand behind
when the vehicle is in motion
I just stared at you in the rearview mirror
wondered what music you would put on the radio
if you were allowed to put on the radio
admired your thick black glasses
and the way you gently pulled back into the street
do you ever wish we passengers would strike up a conversation
do you ever wish you could take some alternate route
i would have asked you but i couldn't
i pulled the yellow cord requested my stop
exited out the backdoor
said thank you as i stepped out
forgot you and started thinking of my day